for when i hear your love songs
your bittersweet old ones
i keep thinking if he would just come with me
i would be as soft a s summer breeze
let your troubles go and rest with me
and i will mend the pieces that are left for me to find
here in these arms of mine


bilden har inget med.. nåt speciellt å göra haha, inget med texten å göra men jag tycker om deeen. jag blir glad. sen hur jag ser ut på den (eh ja) bryr jag mig inte så mycket om, jag tycker om den iaf. pusshej